So the battle ground is a border-town

Do you want to come home?

Is the gutter full of the pitiful?

Do you want to atone?

I can make all the poison go down

Like a sweet wine

You'll be just fine

So we're bottled in

We're shelved in

Ashamed of ourselves

We don't let it

Will my life suit sacrifice?

Know that I have but just one try

Like a masochist

I'm loving this

The pain, the pain, the pain is bittersweet

And the tyranny is taking me

It's turning the screws

I'm deserving, deserving of this